Gray hopped onto the bed, then kissed Jameson on the cheek. “It will remind you were there.”
Jameson laughed. “Gray, you know you’re supposed to wash your pillowcases, right?”
Gray pushed his hand through his hair. “Don’t go telling me the place isn’t up to your standards,” he joked, then pretended to inspect the nightstand for dust. “I’ll get insecure. Raiden and I were just talking. I think we should stay here a week. Recharge, figure out new plans. What do you think?”
Jameson rubbed his thumb across Gray’s stubbly beard. “Sounds like a dream. When we take off, you can grab a bunch of your stuff, too. So we can keep going.”
Gray made a low, rumbling sound. “Maybe, beautiful. I’ll see what I can do.”
Jameson giggled. “I guess we’ll need to fix the trunk, if we’re going to live out of the Subaru.” He glanced across the room at Gray’s desk. “Can I use your laptop? I noticed it earlier but didn’t want to touch your things. I just want to peek at how bad the tabloids are and send messages to Dee and Declan.”
Gray rolled out of bed. “Dee is in Manhattan?” he asked, grabbing the laptop.
“Brooklyn,” Jameson answered. “Why? It’s not like we can hide out there.”
“Why don’t you invite her up?”
Jameson popped up in bed. “Up to here?”
“Raiden and Horatio are the only two people in the world I trust, outside of my ma and my uncle. If we’re in a place we can chill, might as well bring up your person, too.”
Jameson stared at Gray for a second, his heart leaping into his throat with excitement that Gray and Dee would finally get to meet and that their worlds could really keep coming together. He reached out and snatched the laptop. “The drive should only take about four hours,” he said, immediately flipping open a browser and beginning on an email. “But she usually works tonight, so she probably won’t be able to make it up until tomorrow.”
“Perfect timing,” Gray answered.
Jameson glanced up, his fingers still poised over the laptop. “How is that perfect timing?”
Gray jumped back in bed. “Because the second you’re done with that message, we’re going to need a day to break my bed in.”
Gray
The next morning,Jameson was still asleep when Gray woke. For just a second, he was disoriented, and totally forgot where they were. Still half-asleep, all he knew was the familiar whimpering sound Jameson made when he pulled him close, and the comfortable warm feeling, curled up in his arms.
Then, as he opened his eyes, Gray remembered.
They were home, to Gray’s home, at least. Jameson was in his bed, his beautiful face pressed to Gray’s flannel pillowcase, with old tattered concert posters hanging on the wall above them. Everything felt weirdly normal and new at the same time, and Gray laid there for a full ten minutes, just taking it all in.
When he’d finally had his full, he snuck out of bed, tugged a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Naturally, there was no sign of Raiden before noon, and Gray was able to pour a couple bowls of granola cereal, brush his teeth, and grab two big mugs of coffee, his thoughts lingering over Jameson the whole time.
Once he got back upstairs, he was planning out the day. After spending the night before pretty much entirely in bed, he realized how much stuff around the house he wanted to show Jameson, from old photos to abandoned projects in the garage. It was silly shit, really, but now that Jameson was there, Gray wanted him to see every part of his life.
And then he opened the door, and Jameson, wide awake, gave him a look that put all those other thoughts out of mind.
“Morning, handsome,” he purred, glancing over his shoulder. Out from under the blankets, Jameson was lying on his stomach, his bubble butt arched in the air. He wiggled it while Gray stared, all his blood rushing to his cock.
Gray dropped the breakfast and coffee on his dresser. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Morning, beautiful. How’d you sleep?”
“I think that was the best night of sleep I’ve ever had,” Jameson replied softly. He rolled onto his back, and Gray saw that his cock was half-hard, flush and pink between his legs.
Gray jumped onto the bed, then took Jameson in a kiss. “I guess I wore you out yesterday, huh?”
Jameson laughed. “Definitely. But that’s not all of it.” He bit down on his lip, holding Gray’s eye. “I think I just feel safe here. With you.”
Pride surged through Gray, and he gave Jameson another kiss. “That means everything to me, it really does.”
Jameson rolled on top of Gray, then squirmed against him while they kissed. Gray ran a hand through Jameson’s hair, tangled and sticking out from hours of sleep. Every inch of Jameson’s skin was tender, soft as a peach against Gray’s body, and desire and pleasure began to burn like hot coals at the root of him.
Pulling his lips back with a smack, Jameson settled on top of Gray, straddling his hips. “I’m ready,” he whispered, cupping Gray’s hard cock through his sweatpants.
